Wise

I am in awe of what I feel about you if I let myself feel. I have no argument with it. I want to go on with this marvel of not having to disguise a thing: I've gotten wise, they used to sayin my parents' generation in another style, as wise moved along over time getting smaller and smaller, farther outside, and out sized. Like the music I used to run from the room from as soon as it started to wail from the hi-fi before I was ever in love, eager for the outside opinion. Desires change over time, and myself, I am in awe, and disguise one thing.

by Elizabeth Macklin